The last dream I remember began with driving through an unfamiliar city while trying to get to a job interview. Approaching a building where I saw scaffolding and many construction workers, I saw a yellow sign saying 'Extreme Quiet Zone'; however, the obvious route around the building under construction was blocked so I had to whisper a question about directions to a worker. He in turn asked a foreman who gave me directions involving at least three turns which I couldn't remember; yet somehow I got to a familiar street before remembering that I hadn't bothered to look up where the job interview actually was. Fortunately, though, I was many hours early so I then walked many miles to a house with an unfamiliar (but friendly-looking) older lady with a house full of books and knick-knacks, as well as a black cat. As I focused on petting the cat, I apparently forgot about getting directions and never did get to the interview.